Chris Ledoux - Call of the wild

^Em7Storm clouds are building ab^Cove the timber line ^DThe lightning's flashing ac^Em7ross the mountain side The thunder's rollin' down the ca^Cnyons of his mind ^DSomewhere beyond the great di^Em7vide, ^G

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^Em7The bugle of the bull elk e^Cchos through pines ^DThe north wind moans her ^Em7lonesome lullaby, He hungers for the freedom of an ^Ceagle as she flies, ^DSomewhere beyond the great di^Em7vide,

He's heard the ^Dcall of the ^Em7wild, ^GHe's heard the ^Dcall of the ^Em7wild, The mountains callin t^Do him like a m^Aother calls her child, ^GHe's heard the ^Dcall of the ^Em7wild,

^Em7Livin' in the city oh it ^Cgets to be a grind, ^DPuttin' in his hours ^Em7workin' overtime, Waitin' for the day he can ^Cleave it all behind, ^DTo go somewhere beyond the great di^Em7vide,

He's ^Agot to get away from the ^Em7city for a while, ^AHe's gotta answer the ^Bcall of the wi^Ald

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He's heard the call of the ^Em7wild, ^GHe's heard the ^Dcall of the ^Em7wild, The mountains callin t^Do him like a m^Aother calls her child, ^GHe's heard the ^Dcall of the ^Em7wild,